Hippo Brigade

In between all the snuggles, the walks to the park, the cupcakes covered in sprinkles, the time-outs, the explorations, and the princess dresses, you turned three, and I guess that means you’re not my baby girl any more.

I am astonished sometimes when I glance over at you and think, who is this little girl, and what did she do with my baby?

Your birthdays have always had a way of making me pause and reflect on your life. I remember the day you were born, there was so much chaos and drama that surrounded your arrival, but the minute I touched you for the first time, it was as if the whole world said, hush.

You instantly calmed me, when I was supposed to be the one calming you.

I can’t imagine a single day without your sunny face in it. You are a joy and blessing to my life. I love your personality, your rhythm, your cadence, and your heart.

You constantally make me laugh. And you’re so concerned on whether or not I’m a ‘happy girl’, and if I’m not a ‘happy girl’ you will do everything in your power to make me smile.